The destination of the flight is the capital planet [Kun] of the dry galaxy.

According to the data, this planet is the birthplace of the civilization of the Qiankun galaxy, with about one-third of the population of the entire galaxy, and the headquarters of the Qiankun Group is located in the "Dome" space station outside the planet's atmosphere, condescendingly overlooking all living beings.

The passenger ship jumped out of hyperspace, and Sean saw through the porthole the huge dome that looked magnificent even in space.

It is shaped like a disc, but the thinnest part is also hundreds of meters thick, and the huge disc hides countless unknown secrets of the Qiankun Group.

From above, you can see that in the middle of the circular dome, a scorching sun of astonishing size is drawn.

Sean was about to open his mouth to discuss the technical and aesthetic issues of the Qiankun Group with his master, when he suddenly felt a flower in front of him.

In my mind, a blazing sun burned brightly, as if it was about to burn everything in the world, and the universe and the stars were as if they were nothing under the crowding out of this light and heat!

The hallucination only appeared for a moment, and Sean's body shook, and he found that the sun in his mind had disappeared, leaving only a rounded pattern of the scorching sun.

This pattern seemed familiar, but before Sean could think about it, he heard the master ask, "What's wrong?" The face is not very good. ”

"I, just had a moment of hallucination."

Sean did not hide anything from his master, elaborated on what he had seen in a moment, and then carefully drew the remaining scorching sun patterns in his mind, and then couldn't help but look down, only to feel that the sun on the holographic tablet and the pattern on the space station on the dome seemed to be inextricably linked.

Mostima was silent, and after a moment said, "This is what the Force has revealed to you, take it to heart, but don't cling to it." ”

"Yes."

Sean immediately put all the speculations that had already sketched out in his head.

Revelations from the Force are not uncommon for the Jedi, and those who are at one with the Force can rely on the omnipresent Force to sense the dangers of distant places, gain inspiration from clues, and even see the future to a limited extent.

But for apprentices who are far from mature, the revelations of the Force are often vague and can backfire if judged by subjective assumptions.

"Master, let's go directly to [Kun] this time because you suspect that the murderer is at the top of the board of directors?"

"Obviously, judging by common sense, the top members of the board of directors of the group will not die easily at the hands of outsiders," Mostima said. ”

Sean put down his communication ring, loaded the toll adapter provided by the passenger ship, and connected to the intranet of the dry galaxy [Xiahe Net], browsing all the recent news, however, from the special to the brief, there was no news mentioning Nan Heli's death.

However, the absence of news is also a piece of intelligence in itself, which is enough to verify the Jedi Master's guesses.

"The Qiankun Group's dominance is stronger than the data shows." Mostima stood behind Sean, browsing through the same information as him, concluding, "At least they'll be able to completely purify the galaxy's intranet." ”

Sean laughed, "Jamie Brasson can do that too." ”

"The only thing he can do is block a dry planetary intranet," Mostima said. ”

Hearing the word dry, Sean couldn't help but nod.

The network of Bergamoore is extremely monotonous, and there is little to be seen except for the president's infinitely beautiful old face, the same speeches, and the flood of gossip from the people around him.

However, the internal network of the Dry Galaxy is very different, although politically sensitive content will still be filtered, but in addition to the various program channels, the content can be described as diverse, from the local culture of the Dry Galaxy, to various cutting-edge science and technology, and even all kinds of gossip and gossip of the Galactic Republic.

Not to mention the population size and wealth of the dry galaxy, which are far from being comparable to those of the Begamores. If you want to block the network here, you need absolutely strong dominance.

"So, in such a well-developed and orderly galaxy where the ruling group pays a high and strict attention to everything, it is difficult to explain that Nan Heli actually died in a small burglary."

Sean asked, "In that case, we should have alarmed the real mastermind by entering the Dry Galaxy so unabashedly, right?" ”

"Of course, but it's good for our investigation, and it's not a bad thing to be surprised."

Mostima explained: "It has been a few days since Nan Heli's death, and in a place like the Qiankun Galaxy, if the mastermind is from the top of the Qiankun Group, a few days is enough time for them to cover up all traces, and we probably won't be able to find any valuable clues." ”

Sean pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement with the master's point of view.

The dry galaxy is no better than Bergamoor, and it is impossible to tear open the cracks in the Iron Curtain with the strength of a few people. If it were that simple, the Republic wouldn't have sent Jedi here.

"So letting them know that we're here could be a ripple effect. Of course, there is a risk, and we need to take that risk. ”

Sean wanted to nod in agreement, but for some reason he couldn't help frowning: "I have a bad premonition." ”

"I have it too, and it's going to be a tough one, but we shouldn't be afraid of it," Mostima said. ”

——

The spacecraft landed at 7 p.m. local time and landed in [Xiajing], the capital of the capital planet [Kun].

This large passenger ship, which is more than a kilometer long and can accommodate tens of thousands of people, immediately looks insignificant when it settles down on the endless harbor, and looks like a humble ant from above. However, from this mole ant, there are tens of thousands of passengers, converging into dozens of surging streams along different passages, rushing out.

"Welcome to [Xiajing], I wish you a happy trip!"

A smiling ceremonial robot stamps Sean's entry papers in bright red while saying a programmatic but still sincere welcome.

Sean put away his passport, but what he thought in his heart was that the robot technology of the Qiankun Group was more sophisticated than the information provided by Oslord, at least a generation advanced.

In a short time, both the master and apprentice had already passed the border inspection and customs, and because the Qianxing system had special treatment within the republic, and the currency was self-contained, Sean also deliberately exchanged a Qiankun currency at the exchange window.

After that, the two came to the square outside the terminal. Sean was about to stop a rental airboat when there was a commotion in his ears, and his ears twitched, and he couldn't help but come to his senses.

"Master, there seems to be a speech in the square over there, do you want to listen to it?"

Sean said as he took a step and trotted towards the plaza in front of the terminal.

Mostima frowned and followed. Her hearing was a little sharper than Sean's, and she could already hear the sound of speech in the distance.

The words are correct and round, and the tone is dignified and impassioned.

"As we all know, politics is based on mutual benefit, and what benefits have we gained from joining the Galactic Republic all these years? What do you get in exchange for the taxes you pay every year? ”

"When we need the republic, they are high in the core and refuse to set foot in the mortal world, and when we don't need them, the tax collectors are with us!"

"Are we members of the republic, or are we servants of the republic? And when we are self-reliant and make breakthroughs in some scientific and technological fields, they even wantonly suppress it, which is shameless! ”

Mostima's brow furrowed slightly.

Not far away, Sean also stopped and turned back with some surprise: "Master, this is completely different from what is said in the information. ”

Whether it is the holographic network of the republic or the [Xiahe network] of the dry galaxy, the records of the relationship between the galaxy and the Galactic Republic are consistent.

Although this galaxy is somewhat close to the Republic, it is still peaceful and healthy on the whole, there is no contradiction between the two sides, and there have always been voices of internal independence, but they are not enough to become the mainstream.

However, when Sean personally set foot on the mainland of the dry galaxy, he heard this kind of rebellious speech in front of the space port of the capital planet.

Mostima said softly, "Maybe it's just the voice of the minority, which happens to be amplified at this time; Or maybe we should realize that the clue to Nan Heli's death is right in front of us. ”

Sean nodded, and he thought the same thing. Whether the speech is a simple coincidence or not, no matter how lackluster the speech itself is, this roadside political preaching, which is akin to performance art, contains a lot of information.

First of all, the capital planet of the dry galaxy allows for the existence of political propaganda, which means that the system is relatively free to speak, and of course, it may only be that the content of the speaker's topic meets the needs of the ruler.

Secondly, judging by the reaction of the audience, opposition to the rule of the republic is not too new here, and most of the audience seems to have little interest, but it is not that they are disgusted by its content, but it is too commonplace.

Finally, and most importantly, the speaker had enumerated the numerous crimes of the Republic—the vast majority of which were purely unfounded—but he always avoided the existence of the Namzuru. As the largest supporter of the Republic in the Dry Galaxy, Nanheli can be described as the best target for the opposition. Denouncing the Republic, how can you avoid the Nanhe ceremony? Isn't it good to portray him as a crumb of the world and smear the Republic by the way?

Sean couldn't help but fall into deep thought, but before he could think deeply, he heard that the master was already beckoning him.

"Sean, let's go."

Not far away, Mostima had already ordered a rental airboat, only to see a boxy yellow and blue airboat, which was safely parked in front of the woman, and a round R2X7 robot poked in the driver's seat, greeting with a series of sharp electronic sounds.

For most people, the language used to communicate between robots is basically the same as a murmur, so when the beep sounds, a display above the R2X7's head also shows a welcome word displayed by Qiankun and Basic side by side.

"Welcome to [Xia Jing], I wish you all a good day, where do you want to go, distinguished guests?"

Sean took the initiative to open the car door for the master, and at the same time pressed the function-rich communication ring on his hand, and responded with a pleasant electronic voice: "I also wish you a good day, we are new tourists, and we want to find a bar with enough taste, preferably in the core business district, after a drink, you can also enjoy the prosperity of this place, do you have any recommendations?" ”

A series of lights flashed above R2X7's head, and the rhythm of the electronic sound was a little faster. Apparently it was a rarity and a surprise to this conscientious taxi driver that an organism that could understand electronic language.

And this made it can't help but use all its computing power to find the most suitable occasion for this guest from the map stored in the memory chip.

By the time Sean got into the passenger seat, R2X7 had already figured out the results, making recommendations for Sean with a barrage of juleetic electronic sounds.

"Thank you, just as you say." As he spoke, Sean generously flicked a Qiankun coin onto the bridge of R2X7.